The Silent Room

I mean, if you look at it objectively, it makes perfect sense doesn’t it? Imagine if your event is attended by over 80,000 people. What if you made each of them pay a RM1 entrance fee? That’s already RM80,000 in cold, hard cash. On top of that, what if you made each of them fill up a form with all their personal information?

Why is it that I’m caring so much about so many things? Why is it that whenever this political party does this, or when this corporation does that, or when this NGO does this, or this student club does that, I get so emotionally affected? How did I allow myself to become a pendulum to these unknown hands?